In my mohalla in Dehradun, the IT park fills by nine but hearts remain at home, like a sheet pulled too thin. They count swipes like we count deodar rings, but a paper's strength lies in its seasoning, not its weight. My own son left for Bengaluru, only to craft his resignation on my handmade paper, saying the office had no *saans*—no breath. This push feels like trying to make bark pulp with cold water; the bond will not hold.
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